Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

The young monk took out a Buddhist scripture from his arms and handed it to Jiang Shan.

After reading it, I found that the Buddhist scripture was actually in Chinese, and the young monk was pointing to a certain passage in the Buddhist scripture and asked solemnly: "What does this passage mean?"

Take a look at Jiangshan. This is a classical Chinese passage. It probably means that everything in the world is illusory, and the predicament we are in now is also part of the illusion. Only by letting go of all the clouds and smoke of the past can we get out of the illusion.

Jiang Shan sorted out the words and said: "The good meaning of this sentence is that everything is illusory, everything you see in front of you is an illusion, and only by letting go of the past can you be freed from the illusion. It is a metaphor."

The little monk touched his head and looked confused. Seeing that he didn't understand, Jiang Shan explained it to him in plain language. The little monk then woke up as if from a dream.

Speaking in broken Chinese, he said: "I understand, thank you donor!"

"It should be done." Jiang Shan nodded, and the latter thanked him profusely.

After sending the little monk away, Jiang Shan fell into a boring time again, so he went to the backyard to have some fun.

The backyard is where the monks rest. It has a Zen room, a kitchen and a canteen.

Today's monks' living standards have greatly exceeded that of ordinary people. Ordinary people cultivate their nature. What they cultivate is their heart, a heart that can see through the world.

I arrived at the cafeteria with ease, found a seat and sat down.

Sitting next to Jiang Shan was a 7 or 8-year-old little monk with a tiger-like head and a very cute head.

Jiang Shan looked at his bald little head and wanted to touch it, but he couldn't. In Thailand, you can't touch other people's heads casually, especially those of monks. If you touch them, they will probably fight you hard.

"You, aren't you the donor?" The young monk who just asked Jiang Shan for advice saw Jiang Shan at a glance and quickly asked Jiang Shan to sit down.

When he saw Jiang Shan, the little baby next to him was chattering, probably in Thai. Jiang Shan didn't understand Thai, so he had to ask the little monk to translate.

Through the little monk's poor Chinese translation, Jiang Shan finally understood that the little doll was asking him who he was.

The young monk said that this was the distinguished guest who was hosting Chiang Rai, from China.

The little baby nodded, and then said in a childish voice in broken Chinese: "Donor, my name is Man Ming. This is my senior brother Manyang."

Jiang Shan nodded, this little doll is so cute, people can't help but want to knead it.

After breakfast, Manming found Jiangshan, holding a Chinese version of the Buddhist scriptures in his hand to ask questions.

"Brother donor, how do you pronounce this word?"

Looking at his cute look, Jiang Shan's heart melted. He took the Buddhist scriptures and immediately felt ashamed. The two words that Manming asked about belonged to the category of rare words. "These two words are pronounced "Taotie" (

The first sound of tao (the fourth sound of tie) is a kind of monster in Chinese mythology."

Man Ming wrote it down seriously, and found a few Chinese characters that he couldn't read, and asked Jiang Shan for help, and Jiang Shan answered them one by one. However, the characters that Man Ming didn't understand were all as complicated as "taotie".

Chinese characters make Jiangshan feel ashamed.

"Thank you, big brother, the donor." Manming Bengbu left with her forehead jumping, and gave Jiangshan a sweet kiss before leaving.

Seeing this, Jiang Shan couldn't help but think about how great it would be if he could have such a cute child in the future. It's a pity that those women are not around, otherwise he would have to have ten or eight children.

Not long after Manming left, the fat monk came.

This fat monk must be here to ask for money for sesame oil. He is so greedy! Jiang Shan cursed in his heart.

The fat monk came to Jiangshan Room with a smile on his face and said hello very politely.

Jiang Shan motioned for the other party to sit down.

After the fat monk sat down, he fell into a silent awkwardness. In the end, Jiang Shan was the first to break the awkward situation.

"Master, why do you have time to come to my place?"

The fat monk laughed twice and said: "Why did the donor say this? It's okay. Can't the poor monk come to visit the donor?"

The fat monk is smooth-tongued and doesn't look like a monk at all at certain times. He doesn't have the kindness and rigor of Modo.

"Wherever there is, it's there. Master is here and I'm looking for it." Jiang Shan made a cup of tea. The best Longjing was still Modo's treasure.

The fat monk took the tea with a smile and drank for a while.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth a few times. This is a good Longjing, and he plans to take it back. Now the way the fat monk drinks it, it will be gone in less than a few minutes. It's really cruel.

Things!

The fat monk put down the cup in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said: "I heard from the host that the donor's Dharma is profound, and I came here to ask for advice."

After saying that, he took out an old Buddhist scripture from his arms. Jiang Shan looked at it and found that this Buddhist scripture was more special than what he had seen before. What was so special about it, he himself couldn't tell.

"Can you lend me this Buddhist scripture?"

The fat monk handed the Buddhist scriptures to Jiang Shan with his big fat hands. Jiangshan took the Buddhist scriptures and found that there was nothing special on them. His special feeling about the Buddhist scriptures should be that he had studied too much Buddhism recently and was a little mentally tired, so he handed the Buddhist scriptures back to him.

Fat monk.

Jiang Shan looked at the fat monk thoughtfully and thought to himself, this fat monk doesn't look like a person who studies Buddhist scriptures. Why is there such a humble and studious heart hidden under his fat appearance?

The fat monk laughed twice and said: "Donor, there is a sentence in the Buddhist scriptures that I don't quite understand. The Buddhist scriptures say..."

In the following time, Jiang Shan patiently explained the meaning of that passage to the fat monk. Although it was a bit difficult to pronounce, fortunately, Fatty Heshan finally understood it.

Putting away the Buddhist scriptures, the fat monk put his hands together and saluted Jiangshan, "More of the almsgiver's teachings today!"

"What should be done is to save all sentient beings, which is the true meaning of Buddhism, Amitabha."

"Amitabha." The fat monk bowed to Jiangshan again before leaving.

Jiang Shan stood at the door and watched the fat monk leave, thinking quietly that in two days it would be the fifth annual pilgrimage event in Thailand. I wonder what was going on over there in Chiang Rai.

The Pilgrimage Conference is a grand event held every five years in Thailand. On this day, the whole country burns incense and bathes, eats fast and chants Buddha's name. The King of Thailand will personally come to worship.

Thinking of the worship meeting, Jiang Shan felt inexplicably excited. What exactly was going to be worshiped in this worship meeting? Even the king had to come in person.

After a night of silence, Modo came early the next morning to call Jiang Shan.

"Donor, tomorrow is the worship meeting. Come with me to prepare."

"Oh." Jiang Shan nodded and followed Modo out of the Zen room.

"Master host, what exactly is being worshiped at this worship event? Even the king has to come in person, which is a bit formal." Jiang Shan couldn't help but ask questions after following Modo.